In your heart I keep
In your arms I keep
On your shoulder I weep
When I can I take a peek
To see those eyes looking back at me.
That heart of yours is so filled with love,
Is no less than a gift from above.
Those arms that keep me safe and warm,
I cry when I leave themin the morn'.
Your shoulder is always soft, yet strong,
To youI can do no wrong.
Your eyes so deep and bright
Keep me coming home every night.
Never will you need to fear,
For as long as I am here,
You won't shed another tear;
But if you need to cry;
Come to me,
Tell me why,
I can help, or I can at least try.
Sweet woman I've never met,
I can't really call you mine yet.
But hopefully, eventually,
I'll be with you and you'll be with me.
What else is there to do
But to say I love you.
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